Singular realities, multiple realities

“When Georges Braque and Picasso invented what came to be called Cubism, they were not only painting new hybrid objects, they were building multiple spaces and viewpoints on a single canvas. For a moment, the Singular was gone. A book or a guitar had undergone a kind of geometric alchemy that also affected space and time.” — Jon Rappoport, The Underground

I want to connect this article to my previous two (here and here) on the hoax called psychiatry.

On the ground, this is what we have. A person moves through life. He experiences some joy, some happiness, some sadness, some despair—and one day he feels he’s at a dead-end, he feels blocked, desperate.

He goes to a psychiatrist, or someone sends him to a psychiatrist, who makes a pronouncement: “You have a condition. It’s called X.”

A particular mental disorder. Of course, this ex-cathedra pronouncement has nothing to do with science, because none of the 300 officially certified mental disorders has any physical and defining diagnostic test to back it up. None.

How this patient feels (sad, despondent, up and down, weird, crazy) could be the result of many factors. Severe nutritional deficiency, environmental poisoning, horrendous home life, threats to his safety, hormone imbalances, etc.

But the psychiatrist does a clever thing. He announces a single condition and he gives it a name, a label.

He says to the patient: “This is what you have.”

It’s not, of course. The label and the condition are a fiction. As fictional as the realness of what the patient is experiencing in his life.

However, the patient now feels a little better. His severe troubles have suddenly been coalesced for him, into a name, the name of a supposed thing.

And if he asks the psychiatrist where this thing comes from, the psychiatrist will hand him another gift: “chemical imbalance in the brain.”

Aha. Yes.

Of course, this is sheer nonsense, too. No one has ever proven that mental disorders spring from some wellspring of chemical imbalances. No one has ever established a “normal chemical baseline” for the brain, against which a comparison can be made.

But no matter. Again, the patient feels relief. He has a another single thing in his hands: chemical imbalance. Right. This is why he is suffering.

Singular reality. People yearn for one. They want one. They want it as a diagnosis for their troubles, and they want it for an explanation of what happens to them after they die. They want a singular reality to define which piece of the entirely phony political spectrum they should inhabit.

In every area of life, they want a singular reality to point the way.

They want to wear a garland of flowers on a string around their necks, each flower a singular reality.

And in each case, the flower is given to them. They don’t want to experience a full-blown act of choosing.

This whole process, taken to the extreme, suggests that the world, the cosmos, the mind, perception, consciousness are tuned to singular realities that lie there, waiting to be picked up—and education is a procedure through which a student discovers what singular realities exist and which ones fit him.

Existence is vast flower shop, and under the expert guidance of the salesman, the customer buys his garland and puts it around his neck.

At this point, one might say, “Yes, but of course if this person could do some serious investigating on his own, he would discover that, behind these singular realities, there are other realities which are much deeper, which reveal far more about ‘what’s actually going on.’”

And this is certainly true. This is certainly a legitimate point.

But now, suppose we take a sharp detour. Suppose, first, we say that whether a person is dealing with superficial singular realities or deeper realities, they are each, in a significant sense, singular.

And second, perhaps there is another way to perceive. Suppose, for example, we look at Reality Y and we suddenly realize that it represents or embodies more than one thing. It embodies five things, or ten, or a hundred.

What does that mean?

It means that if you walk into the Frick Museum in New York and look at the Vermeer called Officer and Laughing Girl (c. 1657), you will see one reality on Monday and another on Tuesday, and another on Wednesday. And perhaps on Thursday, you’ll see ten or twelve “different paintings” in that one.

The single painting becomes multiple realities.

There is a whole other way of seeing, by which “the garland” of singular realities recedes into the far background.

In 1987, my late friend and colleague, the brilliant hypnotherapist, Jack True, told me: “If I take a patient to the point where he can see one thing in a hundred different ways, when he ‘comes back’ to this comparatively simplistic world, he finds he can deal with it far better than he could before. It’s more accessible. It‘s less problematical…”

To extend Alfred Korzybski’s famous line, “The map is not the territory,” most of the time the map is not the map. It’s a series of singular realities which are fictions.

But there are unbounded areas where perception is confounded and held in check by searching for the Singular.

Perception can open itself up and discover, with great delight, Multiples. This is called art, or more generally, imagination.

It sees “the universe in a grain of sand.” Many universes.

No civilization can endure that cuts itself off from this opening. It can only regress into singular fascism. It will always devolve into overwhelming central authority, no matter what it calls itself. And those many people who seek singular realities will accept the fascism, because they see no other possibility.

Metaphorically and literally, they want a psychiatrist (or a priest or a president) to tell them, “This is the condition of your mind. And this is what you have to do about it.”

In the multiple universes of imagination, there are no presidents.

Jon Rappoport

The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com

3 comments on “Singular realities, multiple realities”

In the old ways, one had the Shaman…he lived at the edge of town, or in the woods with all the things he loved and needed. He was usually a very creative type. Eccentric as this come… he appeared, from a distance to be completely bat shit crazy. You didn’t really like him, you wouldn’t invite him to any of your parties. But when you really needed this person. He was there. He was a harlequin, a walking contradiction. A being walking on the very edge, and liking it.
If you were in mental strife, you could go to him and he would channel those mad deep waters with you…sometimes chewing a little berry, or drinking a little kick-a-poo joy juice was necessary process in this healing. But you came back to loved ones renewed, empowered, with a new sense of what reality means. With a new sense of what You means.
Shaman tested your knowledge of what you thought it meant to be a human. Your were initiated into adulthood by this person. You were helped on a path to greater courage, which aided, in your defeat of your particular boogie-man.
Sometimes it was necessary for a whole village to go through this cathartic process. But animosities and fears and hatreds, jealousies were dispelled within a populous. Balancde was restored.

A psychiatrist has no such talents. An unqualified interloper who looks at your problem from afar and with no inclination to walk that mad path with you…he will give you a pharmaceutical, and adjust the dosage when you fall off the deep end. He will neglect that you are a soul, and might even convince you that there is no such thing. That there is only science. They have succeeded in convincing us the Shaman is a mad motherf’er. A superstitious fool that is not needed anymore.

Some of us live in multiple realities… and that is okay. That is actually a good thing. We have been convinced by psychiatry that there is only one reality, the rest are only delusions that need to be medicated away.

“Discovering the wisdom behind soul archetypes allows us to move past the personalized resistant basis and toward truth. Once the stories of our personalized past are seen clearly as labels and judgments, you can lift the fog to see what’s behind. The veil lifts and you experience a new relationship with yourself, first, and with everything outside you, second.” – Kaleoselah

The “conditions” are given a name which coincide with a fake pill that works sometimes because of faith – the placebo affects prove this. As long as one buys into the labeled condition and the pill, they keep the lie alive all because of a personal faith. It is no accident “lie” is in “believe”. One makes be leive/live. This is the matrix. All institutions, be it healthcare (giggle) or education, etc., these are the makings of the boxed, societal institution. Each box is a gift, what one presently decides as to the road they want to take, role they want to play, because earth is the stage. Free will is what each person has in deciding their fate, although decisions are always influenced. So yes, the obvious is true and then some, with belief one makes a reality. Don’t try telling an individual, say, balancing upon a tightrope, it is dangerous, because you just might shatter their belief and they could fall…

A life’s path built upon beliefs is for each to create. Unfortunately, the majority have created one hell of a monster that affects all and could be a manifesticidal path.